Slow heavy clouds wandering east- hot, as every fourth of July seems to have been. I listen, there are so many birds, A feast of greens, grass, oaks and cedars seen so still, or gently wafted, as the soft air stirs. My loves have all gone sailing, my wife, son, and the children, all so … Continue reading The Fourth
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